the last of the Winter’s snow melt into nothing
the seasons are changing –
winter bidding a sultry goodbye
and here i am – still standing
cherry blossoms fluttering down
like how the first snow of the season
scrambled to fill the crevices of the brown
a winter gone, a summer new,
worn sweatshirts and mufflers blue
i search the skies for the stars that aligned
to put us in each other’s view,
alas, they say, stars like seasons –
die a dwindling death too
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